Weekend Feature: The Highlander’s Lady by Eliza Knight + Giveaway

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The Highlander’s Lady by Eliza Knight

Blurb:

A Highlander tamed…

Laird Daniel Murray seeks adventure, battle and freedom for his countrymen. Putting off his duties as laird—with a promise to his clan he’ll return come spring—Daniel sets off with his men to fight alongside William Wallace and the Bruce. But soon he stumbles across an enchanting lady in need. She tantalizes him with an offer he simply can’t refuse and a desire he attempts to dismiss.

A lady’s passion ignited…

Escaping near death at the treacherous hands of a nearby clan, Lady Myra must find the Bruce and relay the news of an enemy within his own camp. Alone in a world full of danger and the future of her clan at stake, she must trust the handsome, charismatic Highland laird who promises to keep her safe on her journey—and sets her heart to pounding.

Together, Daniel and Myra will risk not only their lives, but their hearts while discovering the true meaning of hope and love in a world fraught with unrest.

Exclusive Excerpt

“Ye are fair bonny, lass. Ye’re brave and I like my women strong in mind as well as body.”

She was flattered that he’d noticed those things about her and that he liked them. Most were turned off by how not simperish she was. Myra was no Rose. She was not likely to do what her husband told her, and she was likely to get into trouble with the gust of the wind.

“Thank ye.”

“No thanks required. I didna say it to flatter ye, simply stating facts.”

How could he make the nice things he’d said sound so horrid? Myra frowned, whatever warmth she’d gained from his praise dissipating.

He was a man after all. ’Twasn’t like she could expect much. Why was she trying to make him out to be better than the others she’d known and met along the path of her life? He was exponentially better than the vagrants, but was he up to par with some of the other nobles that had visited Foulis?

Her frown deepened and her fingers played distractedly with a string along the wrist of her once beautiful gown. She couldn’t understand why, but she did find him better. And he was ruining it by scowling and being so matter of fact.

Refusing to let him dampen her mood, Myra decided she would take the higher road. “Nonetheless, I thank ye. What did ye have in mind? I’ve no parchment paper, have ye? ’Haps when we arrive at Eilean Donan, or at an inn along the way, we could write up a contract of marriage.”

Daniel shook his head. “Nay. Must be now.”

“Now?”

She glanced around. They had no way of getting parchment paper anywhere near here.

“So ye’ve something in your sporran then or in your satchel on that warhorse?”

Daniel snickered, and Myra narrowed her eyes.

“I’m of a mind to handfast, lass.”

She took a step back. “Handfast?” Now she was the one shaking her head. That was not good. Handfasting wasn’t permanent, but it could be made so. If he bedded her and she were to become with child…

“Then ye did plan to run.” His voice hardened sending a chill through her.

“Nay!” Myra shook her head vehemently, keenly aware of how alone she was with this man.

“Why would ye deny a handfast then? ’Tis the best solution to our dilemma.”

Myra didn’t see it that way. Nay, handfasting was as good as a wedding ceremony in her eyes. Would be harder to get out of too.

“Who are ye?”

“I told ye, I’m Daniel.”

“Aye, but what of your clan?”

Daniel stepped closer, and the air around her grew warmer. She had the urge to snuggle closer, to pull some of that heat off of him and onto herself. He was distracting her from what she needed to know.

She took another step back.

Daniel followed her, his toes nearly touching her own.

“I am a relation to Andrew Moray—William Wallace’s leader until he passed. Does that satisfy your curiosity?”

She nodded, although it only assuaged it somewhat.

“Then we shall handfast.”

Her face was so hot now, she swore it was going to burst into flames. He wouldn’t take no for an answer and she was fast running out of options.

He gripped her hands, those large calloused fingers scraping over overs. Myra forced her fingers not to tremble which only made her knees knock together. The intent look in his eyes scared her more than when she and Rose had come to the end of the tunnel and she had to go in search of horses. This was frightening in an entirely different way, for it looked like he would kiss her and she’d never been kissed before. Worse still, she wanted him to kiss her. No, nay, she didn’t!

Myra swallowed, trying to catch her breath as his boots nudged into her feet.

“I would handfast with ye, Myra, if ye’re to be my wife come spring.”

She found herself nodding in agreement. Oh, wayward neck!

Then he did bend down, eyes slightly closed, his black hair falling in virile wisps against his stubbled cheeks. Myra was not going to close her eyes. She was going to watch every moment of this. Feel every touch, breath.

Daniel’s lips met hers. They were warm, soft and rough at the same time. They brushed back and forth as if he wanted to feel every last trace of her lips.

His lashes were dark, long, thick, and pressed to his cheeks. Little blue veins were etched over his lids, and his brows were arched, full. A tiny scar graced the space between his brows. As his lips tenderly touched hers, making her heart race, her palms sweat and legs tremble, Myra found she could no longer concentrate on his features.

She closed her eyes.

 

Let’s Talk

Q: Tell our readers why you think they’ll enjoy The Highlander’s Lady

A: The Highlander’s Lady is a sizzling tale of adventure, love, loss and finding one’s self. Filled with passion and intrigue, the story also grabs at the heart on an emotional level. A heroine who can take care of herself, but isn’t afraid to let a hero protect her. A hot Highland warrior who is tough as steel on the outside, but has a heart of gold. Myra and Daniel are reunited and fight against their own internal struggles and doubts to come together in a love that saves them both.

Q: You may have noticed we like to include our favorite quote in our reviews of the books we read. What is your favorite quote from The Highlander’s Lady?

A: My favorite quote from The Highlander’s Lady is:

“I remember ye too,” he whispered, knowing she wouldn’t hear him.

Book Info

The Highlander’s Lady by Eliza Knight
Historical
12/06/2012 – Self-Published
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Giveaway

Eliza Knight would like to give away a copy of The Highlander’s Lady. (ebook) To enter, leave a comment and answer her question:

What draws you into a romance? Makes you root for the hero and heroine to find their happily ever after?

Giveaway is open to all (where allowed). You have until end of day 12/28 to enter, winner will be announced soon after.


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Comments

  1. Jodie says

    The plot is key for me. I can get to know the characters, but certain story lines can turn me off. I love highland stories!

  2. Victoria Zumbrum says

    I am a hopeless romantic and I believe in soul mates and true love. I love reading about romance.

  3. Sandypo says

    The description of the main characters looks and dress (I know, I’m shallow!) draws me in, but obviously if the storyline itsn’t interesting I’m not going to stay with the book!

  4. Catherine says

    The characters draw me in. I have to like the characters. If the heroine is weak or sniveling or whiny, I just about can’t read it. The hero also has to be likeable. He can’t just be a pompous jerk.